It’s just a question with no answer to provide
It’s just a reason causing thoughts to collide.
It’s just a word looking for a meaning
It’s just a brain needing minor spring cleaning.
It’s just an object of someone’s desire
It’s just a flame soon becoming a fire.
It’s just a day turning into night.
It’s just not settling for without a fight.
It’s just some thoughts written in ink.
It’s just a poetic gesture to cause you to think.
©2019 by Marcia Cross-Briscoe
